...can be heard and seen from the porch of the tavern to a building across the way. Hannibal can be seen atop his "confiscated" house that he has been living in since he helped free the citizens of town. He has a hammer in hand and nails between his lips.
A signboard is being constructed on the top of his building. The signboard reads, "Hannibal's Hooch: Liquid Courage At Its Finest."
Hannibal looks down to the ground from his lofty position on the roof.
"Well hello. Im Brewmaster Hannibal. The poor bastard that lived in this house before I got here was eaten by gnolls I guess. Anyway, its mine now and im nearly done fixing it up. It'll be a respectable distillery in no time."
Kirell doffs his armor and places it on the porch along with his hammer and shied. ?Well hello Brewmaster Hannibal, I am Kirell of the proud Aril tribe. Let?s hope your fate is better than that of the previous occupant. Shall I assist you with the final trimmings or retrieve us a ale from the tavern across the way."
Kirell turns on his heels and heads to the Shady Rest. Returning a few moments later with an ale in each hand he offers one to Hannibal. "So I was hoping to find a place to practice my art of brewing, and unless you intend to do all of the work yourself Brewmaster, it would appear as though I'm in luck.
Kirell approaching the local tavern to with the intent of offering his services hears the commotion at the building across the way turns his attention to Hannibal. As he draws to within ear shot the brown horned Kirell call out ?It appears that you could use some help fixing the place up?. ?I happen to be a capable brewer of libations as well?.